"Celestial Master Hall, you're courting death!"
In the Night Bar, Ye Chen lifted his head slowly as he faced the corpses on the ground. The killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed.
Through the Soul Searching Tactic on Du Qiang, he found out that when Shang Santian entered the world, the Celestial Master Hall, the highest organization in China, chose to watch from the sidelines. However, they even announced that Ye Chen and the Ye family had betrayed the country.
The most outrageous thing was that the Celestial Master Hall even ordered the Heavenly Palace to send people to hunt down and suppress anyone related to Ye Chen!
It could be said that the Celestial Master Hall was determined to go down the same path as Shang Santian. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as the claws and teeth of Shang Santian.
Yan Nanfei, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have been petrified. He stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, his gaze wandering back and forth between Du Qiang and the other powerhouses of Shang Santian.
His heart was in a state of turmoil!
The people who died were all powerhouses of Shang Santian!
The weakest among them was a beginner-stage martial venerable. Even he, Yan Nanfei, who was once in the top ten of the Heaven Leaderboard in China, was no match for someone like Du Qiang.
However, all of them were killed by Ye Chen at that moment!
He struggled to stand up from the ground and knelt heavily before Ye Chen. His eyes were filled with tears of excitement, "Thank you for saving my life, Supreme Ye!"
He, Yan Nanfei, used to be unyielding!
However, he could not stop his tears from flowing in front of Ye Chen!
It was too tragic!
As Shang Santian entered the world, the pillars of China like them, powerhouses on the Heaven Leaderboard, were either dead, injured, or surrendered. The originally peaceful Chinese cultivation world was almost wiped out.
"Brother Yan, you don't have to do this!"
Ye Chen helped him up immediately. With a flick of his finger, a medicinal pill landed in his hand. He said guiltily, "At the end of the day, everything that happened to China today is because of me. Because of me, you guys have suffered!"
He was filled with respect for the man before him. Even though he was tortured by the enemy, he still protected the last shred of dignity of the Chinese cultivation world!
"Supreme Ye!"
Yan Nanfei suddenly grabbed his hand tightly and begged, "Please, save Commander Han and the rest."
"Ever since Shang Santian entered the world, we've been forcefully stripped of our military power by the Celestial Master Hall. Commander Han and the rest have been imprisoned. We don't even know if they're dead or alive!"
Ye Chen's eyes focused when he heard that. The killing intent in his eyes intensified, "I already know where they're locked up!"
…
At the same time, in an extremely secretive Heavenly Prison located in the capital, there were many steel cells that were as terrifying as steel beasts. There were many people of all kinds locked up in the steel cells.
If there were outsiders present, they would definitely realize that the people in the prison were all on the Heaven Leaderboard of China.
The Heaven Leaderboard of China only counted 50 powerhouses, but there were no less than 20 people locked up in the prison.
At this moment, everyone's hands and feet were chained, and they sat on the ground expressionlessly. They did not beg for mercy, nor did they scream. They seemed very calm, as if they were calmly welcoming the arrival of death.
They had been locked up for two days. In these two days, they had been tortured like hell on earth. The people of Shang Santian treated them like dogs and livestock.
The goal was to destroy their bodies and minds and make them submit to them like dogs. In just two days, a few people could not withstand the torture and surrendered.
There were also more than ten people who did not even frown when they died. The price was that their lives would disappear from this world forever, and even their corpses would be fed to the dogs.
Following the sound of keys opening the door, a young man in green led a few people in.
When they saw the person, the eyes of Han Qinhu and the rest in the prison flashed with extreme humiliation and anger.
It was because the young man was called Duan Xing, a member of the Duan family of Shang Santian. He had become a high-level martial venerable at a young age. This time, he was in charge of guarding the cultivators in the capital of China.
It was this handsome and harmless young man who had tortured them crazily for the past two days. He had even raped many ordinary women in front of them.
"Have you guys made up your mind?"
Duan Xing glanced at the people in the prison with a playful gaze and said, "Everyone here is the elite of the Chinese cultivation world. It's not easy for you to get to where you are today. Why do you have to sacrifice your lives for the so-called integrity?"
At this point, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "As long as you're willing to submit to Shang Santian, not only can you live, but you can also enjoy wealth and glory. If you perform well, you'll even be rewarded by Shang Santian …"
After he finished speaking, no one in the prison made a sound, as if they did not hear him. They only looked at him coldly with mockery.
At that moment, an old man walked out from behind him.
"Commander Han, Commander Li!"
The old man sighed softly and looked at Han Qinhu and the rest sincerely, "Young Master Duan is right. As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. Why are you guys doing this?
"Even if you don't think for yourselves, you have to think for the future of the Chinese cultivation world, right?"
Seeing that everyone was indifferent, the old man said again, "Once you guys die, the Chinese cultivation world will be completely finished. Moreover, Mad Southern Ye is already dead. Do you still have any hope for him?"
As his voice fell.
Han Qinhu slowly stood up in his cell.
The old man was overjoyed. He thought that he had convinced him, so he went up to him and said with a smile, "Commander Han, it's you again …"
"Bah!!!"
A mouthful of spittle landed heavily on his face.
"Xu Jianzhang!"
Han Qinhu spat at him and sneered, "You cowardly piece of trash. You're a disgrace to the Chinese cultivation world. What right do you have to persuade us?!"
The old man was stunned. He wiped the sticky substance off his face and stared at Han Qinhu in disbelief. "You … you …"
"How dare you talk to me about the hope of the Chinese cultivation world?"
Han Qinhu laughed out of extreme anger, "It's because of people like you that the Chinese cultivation world is truly hopeless. Moreover, how dare a traitor like you mention Supremacy Ye?!"
"That's right. A coward doesn't deserve to be with us!"
"If I had known that this traitor was such a person, I would have killed him so that he wouldn't help the wicked and harm the Chinese cultivation world!"
"…"
Hearing Han Qinhu's words, everyone in the prison spoke one after another. They pointed at Xu Jianzhang's nose and scolded him with disdain.
"Good, very good!"
Xu Jianzhang's expression changed rapidly like a dye vat. In the end, he took a deep breath and cupped his fists at Duan Xing behind him.
"Young Master Duan, these are a bunch of tough bones. I don't think there's any need to waste your breath on them. Torture them!"
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